I ordered Muħammad to sit and watch us, while I fucked Muħammad’s wife in his own bedroom.
“We’ll be done in a couple of hours, and I expect it to be written after that.” I smiled at him fucking his wife.
I hated to cuckold any one.
But Kħadījah was adamant to cuckold Muħammad.
“He is not any Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.” Kħadījah constricted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, furiously, “Neither I am any Ummil MominīnīnĦazrat Kħadījah Al Tāhirah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. We are only named after them. Why the hell your ever adept ever infinite Hindu lust to fuck us Musalmān Beauties and us awfully lovely Musalmān houseladies perfectly, suddenly starts to diminish whenever you fuck any Musalmān houselady who is named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt? It’s not blasphemy to fuck them. After all, they too have cunts. They need a competent Uncut Hindu Lund into them. You are NOT disgracing the entire Musalmān community by fucking them, as the idiots Pseudo Musalmīn claim notoriously. What the hell they want to say? If you won’t fuck us, none would? And it wouldn’t be any blasphemy if someone else would fuck us?”
I smiled.
I wanted to pull out my Uncut Hindu Lund to push in back again, but Kħadījah wrapped her thighs around my waist.
“Please, not now,”
“Kħadījah,”
“Muħammad could never fill me as you always do.”
I smiled,
“Okay.”
Muħammad smiled too.
“I’m notDurgesh, Kħadījah, neither I can ever be. Just enjoy him, and forget me.”
“I think, Kħadījah,” I said gravely, keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt fully embedded, “it was also a matter of blasphemy for him.”
Muħammad beamed suddenly,
“That’s right. You have pointed it exactly. How the hell did you know? I’ve never told it to anyone. It’s my closely guarded secret I wanted to die with.”Kħadījah grimaced.
“What is secret there? Most of the Musalmīn are too afraid of blasphemy. They can’t fuck any woman who is named after someUmmil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. They are just horrified. According to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s recent survey most of the Musalmīn who are losing their manly vigor with their ever competent Musalmān wives are the husbands of the Musalmān houseladies that are named after someUmmil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. They are even afraid of divorcing or cheating them. They resort to masturbating consequently. Among Durgesh’s Musalmān Live in relationship partners, most of them are named after someUmmil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt. Even among the other Musalmān houseladies who are not as lucky as to get Durgesh to get satisfied sexually optimum, and forced to have extramarital relations with other competent Hindus therefore, most of the Musalmān houseladies are named after some Ummil Mominīnīn or Binnāt-e-Tāhirāt.”*

There I was, receiving my trophy once more with honors and championship standing on the love makers team.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, smiling proudly from the fleet of chairs in the huge Stadium and pointing the camcorder at me, waving as I smiled back at her.
That was no surprise.
After my own Ammī Ħuzūr and Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD’s
Gestapo like dedication to my championship was hugely responsible for my trophy.
But the empty chair beside her was a surprise to her, alright.
Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī wasn’t the best father in law in the world, nor the best husband going by some of Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī’s shouted accusations the past few years, but this was way beneath even his style.
I figured there was a good reason.
I was right.
The day after, after the prom and the ensuing party with my friends that ended with me screwing the hell out of my awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah etcetera, in the back of my Hummer, my surprise was deepened.
I woke up and came down for breakfast, being told then by Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD that there was still no word from him.
Muħammad had already left the home in protest of me fucking one by one every extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houselady, not only living there, but even came there any time.
“I am not Muħammad Åbdullah.” Muħammad Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī flared, “My sisters are not either nudists or feminists.”
“But they are adults.” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD said curtly to her only son.
“Ammī,” Muħammad was angrier now, “Do you also enjoy Durgesh’s unique legendary Hindu sex kicks as most of our other friends’ Ammīs do? Are even you not loyal to Abbū?”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD slapped Muħammad.
Muħammad marched out of there in immense wrath.
I stayed home and, using the phone, excused myself from the day’s planned activities with my subordinates to wait and experience a new kind of worrying with her.

At three o’clock, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD called his office and that’s when they got to be surprised because, as far as they knew, he’d been on vacation for a week.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD didn’t explain before she thanked them and hung up, turning to stare at me with a blank expression before she told me what they’d said.

It wasn’t as if Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī wasn’t always gone, but when he did leave on his frequent business trips, he usually let us know, even if it was his secretary calling from the office after he’d already left for the airport.
This was different.
He’d missed my trophy without so much as a message, but beyond that it just felt different.
Looking back, I may have just been reacting to how Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD seemed about it.

Two detectives visited us the very next day.
We feared the worst, as anybody would, my first experience in the true art of fretting coming to a head as Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD invited them in.

Well, we couldn’t have imagined what they’d tell us.
We both just sat there, stunned and speechless at the news that dear ol’ Dad had disappeared, presumably having fled the country, just ahead of a lot of “very serious fraud charges”.
They also informed us that we were now being investigated in order to ascertain whether or not we were involved.

Just over a month later, by the time the Vancouver Police and the RCMP were done with us, we realized that the term, “very serious fraud charges”, was a terrific understatement.
If there was any doubt, it was cleared up as we stood in front of what was once her beautiful home while watching the locksmith change the locks on the front door.
We each had a suitcase, the clothes on our backs and one thousand Dollars Cash that Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD had stashed somewhere in the house in case of emergency.
This seemed to qualify, alright.

At the time, I could only Mumble, “Fuck.”

She didn’t even bother to give me flack for my language.
She was too worried to pay any attention to it.*

Soon I was actually stepping off a city bus with Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, at a place called King Square in the Maritime city of Saint John, clear across the country from where we started.
She refused to have any financial help from me.
I argued with her immensely.
Yet, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was adamant.
She said I should not ‘screw’, yes this was the word she used involuntarily, I should not ‘screw’ her self respect.

I decided to wait and explain its urgency once again at a more suitable time, but as soon as it was possible.
Sālī didn’t think I owed even something in return for what she had done for me.
She had even left her only son to support my twenty four hours sex sessions with Muħammad’s tremendously lovely Musalmān houseladies.
She argued we all were adults.
Muħammad didn’t have any right to object on our consensual sex sessionseven however kinkiest they may be.

I felt sorry for her, for her negative thinking at least, standing there in her slightly snug, black casual slacks and light purple pullover with a short V-neck.
She never looked her age, sometimes appearing as much as ten years younger with long blonde hair, hazel eyes and six inches shorter than me.
Both of us were feeling three feet shorter after the public nightmare we’d just somehow survived.
There was really no resemblance to the people we were just over a month ago.
I could have settled it all but her son Muħammad had commented to the media,
“I don’t think my Ammī has anything to do with it. The fraud charges against my Abbū are baseless. Abbū saw Durgesh fucking my Ammī. He could not bear it. He left the house. I myself similarly did it because I could not to watch my friend, Durgesh, fucking my entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
The media asked the question,
“Are you worried for the future of your Ammī?”
“Are you crazy? Durgesh is the multi zillionaire. My Ammī is nympho maniac. She herself encouraged our every beautiful Musalmān houselady to seduce Durgesh, so that Durgesh would never leave the house. My Ammī is prudent enough to secure her future withDurgesh. I am worrying instead about your future.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you keep asking such insulting questions to my Ammī and Durgesh, Durgesh would see that your future must be taken care of not to be secured even a bit. Allah Miyan and Durgesh are almighties. Both when destroy their enemies, no one can even surmise it.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD refused to sign the papers for defamation of characteragainst her only son.
She looked around herself, both hands protectively clutching her suitcase to her thighs as a man who looked like he’d just been thrice run over by a car ambled by, looking at her large boobs and soft, curvy heavy big hips.
I was worried for both of us, but more for her.
She really didn’t seem to be adjusting since that day we watched the locksmith at work.

When Saiyad Åbdullāh Hāshmī was gone at work, away on a business trip or whatever, there was never any doubt as to who was in charge and I never once ever heard her say anything alike,
“You just wait ’till your father in law gets home!”
She never felt there was any need for waiting.*

Last evening my friend Muħammad’s wife came into the den and informed Muħammad that she had discovered his collection of Penthouse letters magazine.
She was very upset and questioned why Muħammad needed outside stimulation.Zaynab wanted to know what exactly was the turn-on that the stories provided.

Muħammad was too surprised to lie.
He immediately told her that he gets a real kick out of the Musalmīn sharing their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives with Durgesh/Some Hindu(s) stories.
In fact, Muħammad found them extremely erotic.
Zaynab was shocked,
“Allah, Muħammad, you mean…you mean if I fuck Durgesh you’d love me more?”
Muħammad looked at her gravely.
“My Ammī, Āmnah Åbdullah does it for me. My Kħālās do it for me. My Buās do it for me. My Mumānīs, my Chachīs do it for me, why the hell can’t you? Aren’t you my wife?”
Zaynab was dumbfounded.
“Your entire Musalmān houseladies do it for you? Allah, I can’t believe it.”
Muħammad softened somewhat,
“Well, I should have told you it before we married. I am sorry.”
“Well, I didn’t mean it, but…”
“I am not brought up normally, as the other Musalmīn are.”
Zaynab looked at her husband,
“I could not understand.”
“My Abbū was a terrorist.”
“Oh,”
“Durgesh fucked my Ammī in front of my Abbū. Kħadījah Muħammad cuckolded him to my Ammī and Durgesh. She made my Abbū to hold Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and position it between my Ammī’s Pussy lips. He was compelled to request Durgesh to fuck my Ammī, because he couldn’t fuck his wife. He was a terrorist and every terrorist is impotent.”
“I see.” Zaynab said gravely.
“My Abbū was made to clean my Ammī’s ardent Musalmān Cunt and ass licking them, after Durgesh fucked them. I was too small to understand it was a punishment to my Abbū. I thought it was natural. I too licked my Ammī’s Musalmān Cunt and ass.”
“Allah,” Zaynab said, “Allah!”
“Once my cut Musalmān nūnī got an erection involuntarily. My Ammī hit me therein wrath. It never gets any erection now.”
“What?” Zaynab almost jumped.
“That’s why I always use my fingers and tongue to satisfy you. Even in our Golden night, I didn’t enter you, because I couldn’t. I can’t ever. Sorry.”
Muħammad’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.
Zaynab was startled.
She could never believe, it was true.
She let Muħammad weep as much as he did.
She could not help Muħammad.
She had no alternative.*

Ultimately, Zaynab decided to read some of the stories before passing her own judgment.
Muħammad went out in the garage and found an issue about a Musalmān that had his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fuck Durgesh then come home and tell him about it while he licked her Musalmān Cunt and ass.

“Is this what you need?” Zaynab asked Muħammad.

“That’s what I need.” Muħammad said gravely, “uh, yes”
“What if I did it, would that turn you on?”

“I don’t think so, but I can enjoy licking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass after that.”, Muħammad was getting hard as they discussed it.
Muħammad was himself surprised incredibly.
“I don’t think you would like it if I were really going to do it.” Zaynab said, but suddenly she saw Muħammad having an erection.
Zaynab jumped,
“Allah, Oh, my God, Muħammad, you’re getting hard, aren’t you?”
Muħammad couldn’t hide it.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was as stiff as a board.
“OK buddy, let’s discuss this in the bedroom.”*

Muħammad’s wife, Zaynab, was drop dead gorgeous.
She is 28 years old, long brown hair, an absolutely beautiful face and a body to kill for.
She looked even 10 years younger than she was, Just Eighteen Just Adult, and had no trouble attracting me.
She also knew that she was desirable because other I was always commenting to her about her qualities.

Zaynab and Muħammad went up to Zaynab and Muħammad’s bedroom.
Zaynab turned to Muħammad and said,
“So, you want me to fuck Durgesh and bring Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt home for you. Is that what you are saying?”
“Well, yes, I guess.”
“Do you know what you’re asking. That could really screw up our marriage. I’ve never cheated on you and I don’t plan to start now.”
“It isn’t cheating if we both agree to it.”
“Are you telling me that you want me to go out, fuck Durgesh and allow him to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, what if I get pregnant?”
“It’s a chance we’d have to take.” Muħammad said gravely, “Moreover, most of the Musalmīn now, are having actually Durgesh’s sons from their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wivesand call them their own sons. Why can’t we do it, too?”

“You’re Okay with that? What if I like Durgesh myself very much and want to continue.”

“As long as you don’t cut me off, it would be exciting.”

“Allah, I can’t believe it ever, Muħammad. It must be a nightmare, I say.”
“Nonsense, it’s the truth.” Muħammad said gravely,aggressively even strongly, “The cold and hard truth. I was not brought up normally. I told you.”
“Okay. It’s alright, if you say so. Let me get this straight. You want me to go fuck Durgesh, come home to you with his Hindu cum still inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt so you can lick me and feel my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt while I tell you about Durgesh’s and my fuck sessions.”

Muħammad got home from work around 5 PM as usual but Zaynab wasn’t home yet, which was rather odd, because she got off at 3:30 and usually beat Muħammad home.

About 5:30 she called from her cell phone and told Muħammad,
“Honey, don’t wait up for me, I’m going to fulfill your fantasy tonight, I’ll wake you and tell you about it when I get there. Muħammad, I will be very wet and full of Durgesh’s Hindu cum, you better not be upset because it was your idea.”

Muħammad ate dinner and watched TV until 11 PM.
Muħammad couldn’t get the thought of her fucking Durgesh out of his mind.
He kept thinking about jacking off but Muħammad wanted to be fully loaded for her when she came home.
May be he could too fuck Zaynab, his own wife, after licking her Durgesh’s Hindu cum filled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and ass.
Muħammad resisted the urge.
He finally went to bed.

At 1:25 Zaynab got home.
Muħammad remembered hearing her car pull in the drive.
Shortly thereafter, Muħammad heard her come in the house.
Zaynab worked her way to Zaynab and Muħammad’s bedroom and switched on the lamp next to her side of the bed.
With that she reached over and patted Muħammad on the shoulder.
“Come on, you can’t be asleep knowing what I have been doing. Look at your well used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife. I have Durgesh’s Hindu cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I also have it in my mouth and in my absolutely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass. Is this what you wanted?”

With that she spread her legs and placed Muħammad’s hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Durgesh came inside me”, Zaynab smiled proudly, “And, he came a lot all the three times.”

She smeared my Hindu cum on Muħammad’s hand as she crawled across him and placed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt above Muħammad’s ever ravenous open Musalmān mouth.

“Would you like to feel my wet, fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?” she asked as she lowered herself down his mouth.

She felt so warm and slippery that Muħammad could barely feel her.

“Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is bigger than yours,” Zaynab winked at Muħammad, “it really filled my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I loved it when he came inside me, Muħammad, I could feel it pulsing and squirting, it was fantastic. I rode Durgesh bareback so you could have me still wet. I just hope you like it because if I get pregnant you will have to claim the baby. You will be a cuckold and you will know it.”

Muħammad was licking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as passionately as he had in years. Muħammad could feel my Hindu cum filling his mouth, throat and stomach ultimately as he licked and tongue fucked his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Zaynab.

“So, do you like my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” she inquired. “I hope so because I plan to fuck Durgesh regularly in the future. It really was fun to feel Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into my gorgeous Musalmān ass too. I think I’m going to love doing it for you very very much quite often.”

Muħammad erupted with the best orgasm of his life as she said that.
Afterward, they talked.
Zaynab and Muħammad both agreed that this was definitely an erotic experience that they both enjoyed tremendously.
Now Zaynab was free to fuck me whenever she desired as long as she shared it with Muħammad afterward.

According to Muħammad, if you’ve never tried this lifestyle, you don’t know what the hell you’re missing. It is most definitely a turn-on to have your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fuck Durgesh and you lick her well fucked Musalmān Cunt after it. There is nothing as fulfilling as licking your Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Cunt, a freshly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Well, that’s what Muħammad thinks.
You are free to disagree with him if you do.Muħammad would never mind it.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.

I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.

She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.

Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?

It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.

By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.

Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?

Fuck him!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.

The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.

Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.

By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.

All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.

The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.

Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.

I was a nice guy.

The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.

I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.

Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.

There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.

Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.

A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.

“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”

Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.

Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”

“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’

Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.

Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.

“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.

It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

At first they were just the same old calls as before.

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.

“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”

“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.

“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.

“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.

None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.

She got even more afraid.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.

“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah NamāzīSaůūdī Årab WahābīMusalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”

“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.

He took his Uncut Hindu Lund and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.

“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a smaller clit than most MusalmānBeauties making it easy to spot.

Rām Mohan started to pinch and rub Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit as he worked the fingers of his other hand inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān slit.

Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.

The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was screaming so loud that one of his buddies had to cover Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

“Yeah Whore, how does this feel?? Either your husband is really small or he doesn’t fuck you very often because your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is tight as hell!”

A strong punch to the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face made her cry out in pain and Muħammad used that opportunity to slide his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never had two Uncut Hindu Lunds inside her simultaneously.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had no choice but to shallow his Hindu spunk since his Uncut Hindu Lund was still deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

It was either swallow it or choke.

“Nice ride baby.” Rām Mohan was saying to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as he wiped his Uncut Hindu Lund on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole and squeezing his penis so that the last bit of his Hindu cum was lubricating the Musalmān hole.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw three more of his Hindu men advanced towards the bed.

He finally, after another ten hours at least, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ten long hours? Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t believe herself she was being fucked now for ten hours continuously nonstop by these Hindu scoundrels.

To make it worse as if it could get worse, now whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fucks her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah have to closes her eyes and pretends she is being gang raped by the group of Hindu men who still visits her often.

And only then can Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cum for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad.

Not without it.*

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was on the debate team, but was not a mindless athlete.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty smart, actually, and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was somewhat popular I didn’t let it get to my head.

The moment I saw her, I fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little smile, and promptly dropped my towel.

Well!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled about the incredible situation Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had just been placed in.

Here Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the University stood before her, naked as the day Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was born.

I winked at her softly before Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes travelled from my, down the length of my torso before they came to rest on the long, thick Hindu mass that was erect now between my legs.

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah whimpered softly. “You’re erect like a rhinoceros.” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded as how she really felt—in total awe.

I stared back in self pride for a few seconds, before my face erupted into an enormous grin.

“Yo, Shankar!” I called over my shoulder. “Come out here and look what I got us!”

My words sent a shiver through Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s spine.

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah didn’t know Shankar, the leaner boy who appeared behind me with the twisted-up towel swung over my shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on my body.

But he looked familiar; Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had seen him around somewhere.

His short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to my hair.